In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.

Tuesday, February 7, 2017

ancient song 3

inspired by a facebook post by Marsha Webb

I was awakened this morningby the sound of coyotessinging their ancient songI needed to bea little less lonelyso I nervously howled alongsoon my voice was swallowedby the big canine choiras I tentatively made my way inand as our voices climbedhigher and higherI found I was one of themI was awakened this morningby the sudden departureof the bus I was supposed to be onI took it as a signof impending adventureand that I should be moving alongand as I put on these old worn hiking bootsI tried not to think or look backand I prayed for the courageto find alternate routes that my spirit seemed to lackI was awakened this morningby an unfamiliar voiceand it wasn't the radiowhispering gentlythat I had no choicebut to relinguish controlI tried hard to fight itI tried to resist itbut it wouldn't leave me aloneI didn't know if it was Godor some kind of mysticbut it kept calling me to go home